Mike couldn't help admiring: "You are really professional."

Professional crime? Klein slandered.

After changing their attire and becoming ordinary workers, the two got into the carriage and headed to the edge of the Eastern District.

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"Ah Choo!"

Klein took out the paper again, wiped his mouth and nose, and snorted some snot.

Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"The food in this cafe is not bad. Of course, this is compared to the residents of the East District." Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.

He's been here a few times for breakfast when he occasionally stayed in a one bedroom room nearby.

"It seems that it is already considered a better restaurant here." Mike didn't think it was a coffee shop.

It was past nine o'clock at this time, and there were very few customers in the cafe�residents in the East District usually finished their breakfast after seven o'clock and started working or looking for work.

After accompanying Mike to order goulash, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around, looking for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged and elderly man he had rescued by pretending to be a reporter before.

He was the one who brought me here first... Why is he only having breakfast now... Klein turned his thoughts and said to Mike, "You have an interviewee."

As he spoke, he walked towards the "homeless man" with a coffee cup in his hand.

The other party was still wearing the thick jacket from before, his grizzled hair looked greasy, and his beard was quite obvious, but there was no longer the sleepy feeling between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face was no longer so pale and scary.

"Good morning, we meet again." Klein sat across from him and greeted him, and found that the other party's breakfast was black bread with a penny cup of cheap tea.

The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise, "Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

...Klein laughed dryly, pointed to Mike next to him and said, "This is my colleague. He wants to conduct a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview."

Mike is an experienced and well-informed reporter. He didn't say much after hearing the words. He just smiled and nodded and said hello.

As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't just find out today, the other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!

"So you are really a reporter!" The middle-aged man blurted out in astonishment, "But this does not prevent you from being a kind and kind person."

Klein smiled and asked back, "How have you been recently?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said, "With your help, I finally had a good night's sleep, my stomach was full, and I was no longer so weak."

"At first I wanted to find the original job, which was shoemaking, but they didn't want me, saying that my hands were shaking..."

He bowed his head and laughed, and skipped this paragraph: "Later, I went to the dock and found some work. It was very tiring, but at least I made money. I already rented a floor shop in someone's house, and only used 6.5 per week. Penny, of course, can only sleep at night."

"Um, that's what it is like to work at the dock. I went early today, didn't eat anything, raised my hand there, and shouted my name and the manager's name loudly, but I still couldn't be hit, so I had to come back here. "

"Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may have to be busy until late, so they won't fight with us."

Klein listened quietly, drinking bad coffee from time to time, while Mike took out a pen and paper, and quickly took notes.

Finally, the middle-aged and elderly man with gray temples took a sip of tea, smiled and sighed: "Actually, this is much better than before, better than many people here, for example..." JrNovels.com